#2439-Usefulness
04/04/2024
When it is time,
I’d like my ashes,
To be planted,
In a quiet place,
With a young tree.
Perhaps a part of me,
Will live on,
In ways,
Not easily believed.
Yet unlike fallen trees,
Only memories,
Hidden among the rings,
Will perhaps remain,
Quietly whispering,
Through passing seasons,
And daytime dreams.
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